Chapter 2108: a pile of garbage

I am very grateful to Fox Xiao Cai (200), mableip classmates (100), and the world classmates (100) of small medicine cans!

Xu Ziyan has not come to Zongmenfang for a long time, and also wants to see if he can have a bad luck. Naturally, it is impossible to go to those shops, but to go to the open-air market. Where things are very mixed, some are the Danfu array of monks and refining, of course, the level is very low, it is not the purpose of Xu Ziyan.
The purpose of Xu Ziyan is that those who do not know where to get some of the things that even the monks can't figure out, so she and Xu Tianlang went all the way to the open market.
At that time, just entering the open-air market, Xu Ziyan’s mood was destroyed.
"Zhang Bin, how do you start to collect the money? Time is still early!"
"Do not collect the life, this is almost one morning and I have not earned two Xianjing. I decided to sign up with a sword peak to follow Xu Ziyan to go to the south to open a school."
Xu Ziyan and Xu Tianwo heard the words of the disciples, and they couldn’t help but look at him. Xu Ziyan’s face was not good at that time. What is it? A disciple of the refining period will also go with me to the South?
In Xu Ziyan’s mind, there was a scene immediately. With a group of refining periods, the disciples of the base period went to the south to open the sect, and then they were killed and lost their helmets...
I thought that although I was not very willing to go to the South to open a sect, I was very proud of the fact that I won the first place in the ranking competition. I have imagined that there will be countless high-ranking disciples. Even the great monks of the Xianzun period are willing to follow their own way to the south to open the school. Suddenly she felt that she was always dreaming, and the beautiful dreams and the young disciples of a refining period were so coincident.
During the refining period, the young disciple shouted at the side of the booth: "The price is reduced, and the five pieces of Xianjing are sold out!"
Xu Ziyan and Xu Tianwo face each other, Xu Ziyan can not help but lower the voice and asked: "Silves brother. These days, the four brothers recruited disciples for me at Jianfeng, have recruited some people, do you know?"
Before waiting for the Sirius to speak, I heard a brother next to the small disciple who was collecting the gas, saying:
"I heard that the South is the territory of the Yaozu. If you go to repair, don't you find death?"
"Death is dead, it is better to be a servant disciple in the mountain gate!"
Xu Ziyan’s gaze looked at Xu Tianlang, and Xu Tianlang also lowered his voice and said:
I don’t know how the four divisions are arranged. However, I heard that the four divisions with a group of people are only accepting registration and have not yet started the selection.

Xu Ziyan stayed for a while, waiting for her to wake up a lot, seeing that the young disciples in the refining period have already collected and left. Xu Ziyan never had the feeling of going around, turning his head and talking to Xu Tianwo:
"Silves brother. Let's go back!"
Xu Tianwo naturally knows that Xu Ziyan is in a bad mood at this time, which makes it difficult for anyone to see this situation. I am going to establish the Zongmen, not to play. Even the disciples who have the refining period are shouting to join. Isn’t this a shame? I am afraid that the entire monk's monks are now watching jokes?
Two empty steps, the body shape rises to the sky, when it comes to the sky above a Jianfeng. Sure enough, I saw a crowd surrounded by a sword. Xu Ziyan, who was above the cloud, slightly frowned and sank:
"Silang brother, let's change our looks and see."
After the two people changed their looks, they fell outside the crowd from the air and looked inside. The face of Xu Ziyan became even lower and ugly. Because there is no disciple in this place.
"Hey, are you going to the south with Xu Ziyan, are you afraid of dying?" There was a lot of communication in the crowd.
"Afraid, of course, afraid! But as far as our qualifications are concerned, there will be no development in the ancestral ancestors. The lower the qualifications, the lower the cultivation. The lower the cultivation, the lower the treatment and the resources. The less, the more it is said that the repair will be further and farther away. Maybe this life is a foreign disciple.
However, it is different to follow Xu Ziyan to go to the south to open a sect. It is said that these people are also the first batch of veterans. The treatment must be different. Besides, Xu Ziyan wants outsiders to follow her, and always have to send some resources? It is for these resources that it is also worth the risk.

If you only watch the scene, it will definitely make Xu Ziyan excited, and more than 10,000 people are crowded with registration here. One by one, they blush and have thick necks, for fear that others will grab their position.
However, when you look at the cultivation of these people, you will immediately let an ice cube with an excited heart fall. At this time, suddenly saw a monk in the knot period, screaming and screaming:
"I really have this reason. Zongmen has temporarily released the Xuanmen, the line between the inner door and the outer door for Xu Ziyan to recruit disciples. Anyone who comes to a Jianfeng registration, even if it is a foreigner disciple, is released. A Jianfeng does not allow our outside disciples to sign up. What is the reason?"
"Oh..." There is an inner monk who smiles proudly: "You have the heart to sign up and don't make things clear. One Jianfeng first signed up from Xuanmen, then the inner door, then the outer door." Since you are a foreign disciple, today is not enough. Go back and wait."
"That... when will it wait?"
"I don't know, when I'm fine, I often come to see you. Anyway, it's just two days."
"Grass, we have been discriminated against outside the door, and now it is the same as the name of the newspaper..." Here, the monk who saw the Danish monk suddenly saw a young monk and immediately shouted:
"Zhang Daoling, you are also a foreign disciple, what are you waiting for?"
"I... I am an inner disciple."
"You? Inside disciple? Just rely on your repairs in the knot period?"
"I... my uncle is an inner disciple. I asked him to enter the inner door the day before to help him manage the medicine garden. So... although I am not an inner disciple, I am also an insider."
Xu Ziyan’s eyes have already spurted out the fire. What are these people? How to say that is also an opportunity to open a school, to build a career, how come to some shrimp-level disciples?
Xu Ziyan stepped forward and came to the side of a monk and said, "This brother invited."
The man glanced at Xu Ziyan and found that he could not see the repair of Xu Ziyan. The look on his face was immediately polite:
"This sister is good!"
Xu Ziyan did not feel awkward at this time, and whispered directly: "This brother, that Jianfeng has no charter for Xu Ziyan to recruit disciples? Is it necessary for anyone to come?"
"Oh, yes, not..."
"What solution?" Xu Ziyan looked at each other inexplicably.
"This is just a registration. Any disciple of Yuzong, whether it is Xuanmen, Inner Door, Foreign Door, any class of disciples can come to register."
"Any level? Do you even have disciples in the refining period?" Xu Ziyan's face is more and more unsightly.
"Of course!" The monk nodded. "This is just a registration and it will be screened."
Xu Ziyan heard the words, the heart subsided a little, and thought about it. Sure enough, I didn’t see the four brothers Song Wanzhong just now, but I saw some disciples of Jianfeng.
However, I thought of the cultivation of these people who came to sign up, and Xu Ziyan’s mood has deteriorated. Imagine that all these are the goods, will those who are really more than the king of the king still come to sign up? If you are a fairy king, I am afraid that it will be a shame to stand up with these disciples.
"Forget it, wait until the screening is secret."
Xu Ziyan and Xu Tianwo left the foot of the mountain, did not go to the four brothers, went directly to the Ziyanfeng to sulking.
Time has passed a few more days. On this day, Song Wanzhong began screening at a sword peak. Song Wanzhong sat behind a table and began to name one by one. Song Wanzhong's screening speed is extremely fast. It is only with the knowledge of God that he decides whether to take it in, but the number is too much, which is why he is too tired. Unconsciously, it has passed for a long time.
It was at this time that a monk was moved up by Song Wan. It was an old man, his hair was a bit white, but it was the highest monk who came out this morning and was the late king.
However, Song Wanzhong was not very happy, but his face showed a bitter smile. This person he knows, although it is the late stage of Xianwang, but there is not much in Shouyuan, and because Shouyuan is near, the strength of one is declining. Although it was still the cultivation of the late King of the King, but the combat power is not as good as the beginning of a fairy king.
But the monk felt good because he had already seen it. The number of monks who came out in the morning was the highest. So when I came out, my face was still awesome.
After coming to the ceremony in front of Song Wanzhong, he stood quietly and stood opposite Song Wanzhong. He looked at the screening this morning and had absolute confidence in himself. Although so far, Song Wanzhong has already named a thousand people, but he has only chosen a teenager, but he thinks he will be left behind.
Song Wanzhong looked at the opposite king, and he was also engaged in ideological struggles. It stands to reason that even if his life is going to be done, but as a fairy king can always help Xu Ziyan a little more busy than the monks who have been screened today. However, it is precisely because of his longevity, he is a strange old man who has lived for countless years, will he really help the younger sister?
I am afraid that he will do it for his favorable things. He will hide far away from his unprofitable things, especially when he is in danger, I am afraid that he will flee for the first time.
However, if he is eliminated, he is the highest monk in his eyes...
The fairy king saw Song Wanzhong looking at him for a long time without a word, and his face’s pride disappeared, gradually revealing a trace of embarrassment. He remembered that Song Wanzhong also knew about him, and he felt a little embarrassed in his heart.

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(To be continued~^~)